John's eyes dropped to the polished floor. "What, there's maybe some reason I should treat you different from everybody else?" He winced at his own tone, not bothering to try to hide it; he wasn't trying to pick a fight, honestly, but damn, his tongue liked to get up to things he didn't approve of when Kit was around. "Dunno," he added resolutely, "guess I'm getting to like the quiet better too, in my old age."